June 2, 2014


sarah and i had a playdate and we walked all the way around the lake by her new house.  it is just buzzing with wildlife: ducks (oh my goodness the baby), a heron dude, TURTLES TO THE MAX (not pictured because the only photo i took of them was of the biggest turtle i've ever seen in real life and also probably a snapper and also probably MATING ew).  it was super nice to just chill and take our time and appreciate (or be disgusted by) all the wildlife we saw.

when we got back we were like IT'S POPSICLE TIME so we ate popsicles and then when we finished we were like IT'S POOL TIME so we sunscreened up and did pool time and read david sedaris and watched this lanky little kid, maybe two or three, flirt with everybody and run away from his dad.  we pulled up chairs to the closest thing we could get to sunshine (wtf, pine trees) and this girl said hey and she turned out to be super friendly which is - not a new thing, but like, an unusual thing, you know?  for someone to just go, hey, i'm savannah, what's up.  but then it got weirdly cold and i got hungry on account of all we'd eaten that day was blueberry pancakes so then we were like MEXICAN FOOD and sarah said she knew this place called dos taquitos...

so we ate at dos taquitos!  i don't know if it counts as lunch cause it was so late but that's what we called it and it was one of the best lunches ever.  we sat at this picnic table outside and the weather was just perfect and lovely and so was the food.  we filled our bellies with cilantro rice, chips and fresh fresh salsa, plantains, a bean and queso filled chimichanga.  heavenly.  and i asked what was vegetarian and then i asked for rice and the waiter was thoughtful enough to tell me that their regular rice had chicken stock in it (PSA - chicken stock is not vegetarian.  i found out recently that not everyone knows this while chowing down on some pilaf) and i just really appreciated that kind of thoughfulness, ya know?  also their uniforms were just tshirts they'd puff painted.  and there was a train that went around the whole restaurant up near the ceiling.  and posters of frida kahlo on the wall which prompted a reading of this letter from frida to her buddy:

Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.

which is probably the best thing to read to get over a breakup (i can't be sure though, i haven't tried it). stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge, and you are not stupid?  loveso thank you, dos taquitos, for delicious comida and frida kahlo's eyebrows/poetry.

that was the day.  the night was with the boy, lemon and blt pizzas, and kaitlin is home, and mikey came too, and then we ate snow cones and met up with the rugby boys, laughing dizzy up and down franklin street until i got so sleepy we took a cab home.  i don't understand how people feel any other way - summer is the best.